You're not a dream, You're not an
angel, You're a womanI'm not a king, just a man, take my handWe'll make a space in this life that we plannedAnd here we'll stay until it's time for you to
goYes we're different worlds apart, we're not the
sameWe laughed and played at the start, like in a
gameYou could have stayed outside my heart, but in
you cameAnd here you'll stay until it's time for you to
goDon't ask why, don't ask howDon't ask forever, love me, love me, love me,
love me nowThis love of mine had no beginning, it has no
endI was an oak now I'm a willow now I can bendAnd though I'll never in my life see you againAnd still I'll stay until it's time for you to
goDon't ask why, don't ask howDon't ask forever, love me, love me, love me,
love me nowThis love of mine had no beginning, it has no
endI was an oak now I'm a willow and I can bendThough I'll never in my life see you againHere I'll stay until it's time for you to goYes I'll stay, until it's time for you to go.

Zula Burks celebrated her 105th
birthday yesterday, surrounded by family and friends at Candlelight Lodge.In a prepared statement read by a Candlelight employee,
Burks said she had always been fascinated with the rapid progress of technology.Her surviving children said that an antique Philco
radio their mother still owns was evidence of that fascination.

With a cabinet of leather and wood, the gadget used
to pick up transmissions from as far away as Berlin and Japan. Roy Burks,
82, remembered buying the radio about 1942, for use on his parents’ 160-acre
dairy farm, which was then south of Columbia.

All four of the Burks’ sons served in the military
during World War II and later returned home to their parents and two sisters.
By that time, the farm had electricity, and Roy Burks had the Philco adapted
to run on house current.

Roy Burks and his brother, Shirley Sam Burks, 77, recalled
the years before and after the war were among their family’s most memorable.

Back then, the rug in their house was padded beneath
with a mat of straw. The washing machine was hand-pumped, water was drawn
from the well by hand, the toilet was outside the home and they mowed grass
on a 2-acre lawn with a push-mower. They picked gooseberries and paw-paws
to sell or sometimes eat. Water from Grindstone Creek was pure enough to
drink.

They said that their mother tended to her home and
children and took care of other children from time to time. She remembered
babysitting Boone County Prosecutor Kevin Crane as a boy. His "clothes
were awful wet a lot," she recalled.

Dola Barnett, 89, remembered fondly a record player
her mother kept in the living room. "It was quite beautiful. You just cranked
it up and put your needle down," she said.

Saturday nights were special, Barnett said, because
their mother put the younger children to bed, pulled back the rug and straw
mat in the living room and danced with the older children to tunes like
"Barney Google, with the goo, goo, googly eyes," Barnett crooned.

"That was just a normal thing to do back then," Shirley
Sam Burks said.

Each new appliance in the house eventually became associated
with a particular memory.

"Back then we used to buy appliances for a lifetime,"
Roy Burks said. "She outlasted those appliances."

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